"Killed the total adult. ”

I don't know which guy shouted in a panic, and the rest of the Qing soldiers were stunned for a moment, and they no longer had the intention of fighting, and they wanted to escape in a panic.

It's a pity that Chen Jingle didn't have the habit of letting the tiger return to the mountain, so he decisively used the speed advantage to catch up with one knife at a time, and as a result, they lost their dogs' lives.

"It's stupid to leave your back to the enemy. Chen Jingle's heart did not fluctuate.

[At the end of the battle, a total of 12 enemy soldiers were killed, including one in total, and 15 points were obtained.] 】

It's not bad, you can change a bottle of healing medicine, it seems that the heads of this group of miscellaneous soldiers are still somewhat useful.

Chen Jingle returned to the side of the carriage.

Looking at the costumes of the carriage and the group, there is no doubt that they are the remnants of the Southern Ming Dynasty.

It's a pity that except for a little girl they protected, and a seriously injured middle-aged man, everyone else has been killed in battle.

If it weren't for Chen Jingle's appearance, it is estimated that the remaining two would not be able to escape being arrested even if they did not die.

The middle-aged man, who was still struggling to support himself after being injured, seemed to be dying at the moment, and a huge wound ran across his chest. If it were in modern society, it might be possible to save it, but in ancient times, such a large wound and bleeding could only wait for death.

"Uncle Liu!" the little girl in the carriage jumped down, grabbed the middle-aged man's hand, and couldn't cry.

The middle-aged man surnamed Liu leaned on the wheel, looked at his own young lady, and then looked at Chen Jingle, his lips fluttering, and his eyes pleading.

Chen Jingle sighed lightly and nodded silently.

The other party reluctantly pulled out a smile, and finally closed his eyes with peace of mind.

Chen Jingle silently thought in his heart: "Go all the way!"

The girl cried even louder, but after crying, she was dazed again.

The people who protected themselves are dead, what should I do now?

She silently turned her gaze to Chen Jingle.

Chen Jingle was not idle, and used the sword he picked up to dig a few big pits in the woods on the side of the road, and buried the middle-aged and other dead bodies surnamed Liu, so as to avoid violent corpses in the wilderness.

The people of the country have always paid attention to the safety of one person entering the ground, and they all died in battle, and they never showed the slightest intention of surrender until they died. Based on this, Chen Jingle was willing to help with the burial.

As for those money rat tails?

Just keep it and feed the wild dogs.

After all this, Chen Jingle sweated a lot, wiped it off casually, and looked at the little girl who had been in a daze: "Okay, let's talk." First question, what's your name?"

The girl in front of her looks like she is fourteen or fifteen years old, and she will be the age of a junior high school student in the next life, and her clothes are not gorgeous, but she is clean and tidy, and it can be seen that she is at least a solid family.

It's just that somehow it's fallen to this point.

Hearing Chen Jingle's question, the blank look in the girl's eyes gradually faded, and she muttered, "Zhu, Zhu Qingyao." ”

"Congratulations?" Chen Jingle didn't hear clearly.

"Hmm. Zhu Qingyao nodded, very depressed.

Chen Jingle pondered and asked, "Second question, do you have any relatives or relatives? I can send you to them." ”

Zhu Qingyao's face was sad: "It's all dead." ”

Chen Jingle sighed lightly, and said these three words from the mouth of a little girl, which was really distressing.

Sure enough, the war is still suffering from the people, during the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, the country's population plummeted by 80%, and the real life was as cheap as a mustard.

On the 10th of Yangzhou, the three massacres in Jiading, and the massacre in Nandu, in the eyes of some people, they were easily erased.

After all, XX unity is greater than the sky.

Chen Jingle had no choice but to ask again: "Then where are you going to go?"

Zhu Qingyao shook her head: "I don't know, father...... My father only said that he would flee south, and the farther away from the Qing court, the better. ”

To the south?

At this time, Emperor Yongli died, Li Dingguo also died, Li Dingguo's son and subordinates surrendered MQ, where else can they go?

It's better to find a deep mountain and old forest to hide, many people are like this, and they will come out when the war is over, anyway, just change the ruler.

Chen Jingle touched his chin: "Have you ever heard of the treasures of the Daming Underground Palace?"

Zhu Qingyao looked dazed.

Chen Jingle was suddenly deflated: "That's right, how can you know as a little girl." ”

The idea of inquiring about the news of the underground palace was hit hard by reality.

Chen Jingle looked at the sky and tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Then do you know where there are towns nearby?"

Zhu Qingyao finally nodded this time: "Uncle Liu said that if you keep walking along this path, you can reach Fulu Town." ”

Fulu Town?

Chen Jingle looked at the end of the forest path, his vision was heavily blocked by the trees, and there were no people in sight.

But there was no other better way at the moment, so he immediately got up and said, "Okay, let's go to Fulu Town to inquire first." I forgot to tell you, my name is Qin Shu, you can call me Brother Qin, since your Uncle Liu entrusted you to me, then I have to protect you thoroughly. If you want to leave one day, just let me know. ”

He performed light feats, climbed the cliff and took his things down.

Zhu Qingyao looked at him with a little more surprise, but didn't say anything.

The carriage was broken, but the horses were still intact.

In addition to the two horses pulling the cart, they also had a horse with a white spot on its forehead, and the original leader of the Qing soldiers also had a war horse, so that there were four horses to choose from.

Chen Jingle was definitely unwilling to choose a colt, so he took the other two horses away.

Although he had never ridden a horse, he still knew some common sense. Fortunately, these horses are relatively docile.

But the problem comes again, Zhu Qingyao can't ride a horse.

There was no way, Chen Jingle first hugged Zhu Qingyao to the horse, and then turned over on the horse.

Zhu Qingyao's ears were red, it was the first time that she was so close to a man except for her father.

However, the strange thing is that the moment he was picked up by Chen Jingle, not only did he not resist in his heart, but he was also very relieved.

Fleeing all the way, she was frightened and panicked, and finally was discovered by the pursuers, and almost became a ghost under the knife.

Fortunately, I survived in the end.

I don't know if I can see the sun tomorrow, but I wish Qingyao is very relieved at the moment.

In this way, Chen Jingle pulled the reins, and the two horses walked side by side, advancing towards Fulu Town unhurriedly.

……

It turns out that the most tenacious are the people at the bottom, and only a year after the war, marginal towns like Fulu Town have begun to regain their vitality.

As soon as I entered the town, many shops on the street came from time to time with various cries of selling, and it was finally a little crowded.

Chen Jingle noticed that most of the people in the town had not shaved their hair, and they didn't know why, so it stands to reason that southern Yunnan is now Wu Sangui's sphere of influence.

Of course, it may also have something to do with the fact that it is on the periphery and is relatively less affected by the war.

Chen Jingle and his two horses have attracted a lot of attention, but recently, there have been many strangers in the town, and everyone has become accustomed to it.

"Sugar gourd ~ rock sugar gourd eh~"

Zhu Qingyao's eyes were firmly fixed on the sugar gourd seller, and on the straw shelf, the strings of red sugar gourds were particularly bright.